Death is inevitable, so why not have a laugh at death’s expense.

PASSED AWAY

A Humorous Look At Death

I’m going to kick the bucket,

And buy the farm.

I’ll bite the dust,

And be free from harm.

I’ll cash in my chips.

It’s curtains for me.

Assuming room temperature,

I’ll rest peacefully.

I’m going to give up the ghost,

And fall off my porch.

My number’s up,

It’s time to pass the torch.

I’ll take a dirt nap,

And sleep with the worms.

I’ll be pushing up daisies,

On the Grim Reaper’s terms.

Wearing a pine overcoat,

I'm headed forr that Big Rhyme in the Sky.

Shuffling off this mortal coil,

I'll kiss my ass goodbye.

Michael D. Schafer

© June 30, 2017